Besedila: Wrythe. Other. On Silent Wings.

One morning I opened my eyes to see
That the earth had nothing more to offer me
Serenely awaiting the end
I'm biding my time
Sedating myself

Trying to fly
With broken wings
Leaving me frustrated
In pure agony
Won't you take me away
On Silent Wings
Instead I'm Condemned
Sedating myself

I am dead
Yet somehow I'm still alive
Rotting away from the inside

Trying to fly
With broken wings
Leaving me frustrated
In pure agony
Won't you take me away
On Silent Wings
Instead I'm Condemned
Sedating myself

I can hear the earth scream
As parasites devour her
And pick her bones clean

Our future's been taken by thieves
Consumed by our fathers
Devoured by greed
Their fodder we are
To receive
As they reap the riches
Of our misery

We are welcomed into the world
With shackles bound to our limbs
And they will say to us
Welcome to slavery

Creation has dealt me lackluster existence
On Silent Wings take me away